Aileen’s photos

Hey everyone, it’s Aileen

She wants to show us some ‘pictures’ of when she was in Paris !

Apparently, they’re risqué

What a slut. I hope they’re of her fuckable tits.

Better still, of her arse and its inviting hole.

Maybe they’re of her doing stuff. The dildo was invented in Paris. By the Romans

Hold onto your hat and let’s find out:

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Topless Scrabble

Petty squabbling, name calling and unseemly wrestling can spoil any game – especially Scrabble.

As undefeated World Champion of Topless Scrabble it’s up to me to set the rules to ensure fairness.

Here’s the rules for Topless Scrabble:

  • English only: none of your foreign words which you probably made up anyway
  • If I say it’s a word: It’s a word
  • If I say it’s not a word: It’s a not word
  • Sywwow is a word worth 100 points
  • Rude, disgusting & obscene words are only allowed to be used by me
  • I decide what is a rude, disgusting or obscene word
  • Arguing with me gets a nipple tug and a post-game spanking
  • No swords allowed
  • I don’t have to be topless
  • Other rules made up by me on the fly are valid from the second I say them
  • The time limit on the game must be adhered to and cannot be changed
  • If I decide it’s time’s up: it’s time’s up
  • No petty squabbling, name calling and unseemly wrestling 
  • No hitting of people called me

It’s only a game” – Sywwow, undefeated World Champion of Topless Scrabble

 

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A Wooden Box

With some recently acquired expertise and a rather costly detector, I retrieved a box from a field in Somerset.

It must have been there for a long time. At a guess, I’d say, since 1956.

Without reading or examining any of the contents I took the box directly home and burned it and its contents into obliteration by means of an incinerator.

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Sightseeing

Look everyone, it’s Sarah.

It’s Sarah

 

Sarah wants to share with us some pictures of “the best sight in Australia”.

I’m really looking forward to this.

I bet it’s Uluru. Or, Sydney Harbour Bridge, or the Great Ocean Road (Victoria); perhaps Fraser Island in Queensland or the Daintree Rainforest, also in Queensland; maybe Kakadu National Park, Darwin; Bondi Beach or Cradle Mountain, Tasmania.

Let’s find out shall we:

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Back in the Saddle

I have made a muted return to the centre of horsiness.

The stabbing of my heart as day followed day without Pauline and her gaggle of reprobate tarts was too much to bear.

I tentatively ventured back and acted as though my recent debacle had never happened.

Apart from a few glances, which may have been imagined, it was soon business as normal. Several tarts whacked my arse with their crops and pretended it wasn’t them; most if not all, were sniggering and pointing at areas below my waist and a number of lewd comments were made about me and my penis. The ultimate proof all was forgotten regarding my faux paus was the fact, when I emerged from the toilet, they had all sneaked in to listen, look and perhaps learn. When I left the aforementioned, they were all in hysterics.

Pauline, the most perfect girl in the entire world, came up to me and said; “Do you want me to do something about the girls?”

I was so pleased with all this I replied; “No. Girls will be girls”.

I don’t just go to the farm to hang about with tarts. My horse prowess is now unapparelled in the whole of the movie-making fraternity (except America, Mexico and places with loads of horses)

 

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See Hear

We at Sywwow Evil Enterprises (SEE) pride ourselves at being in at the start of any world-changing opportunities. The Pandemic we’re currently profiting from being a prime example; we were aware of it from the very start – oh yes, we were.

The next big thing coming from China is huge. It’s going to be blamed on those patsies the North Koreans so it’s fool proof. It makes the Turkish thing look small – but still worth investing in.

In order to grab some of this action we need to raise a considerable buy-in stake so we’re going down the oft used path of grossly inflated share valuation.

We need to con those suckers at Wall Street. They’re like children and you can tell them any rubbish. However, in order to satisfy anyone who comes sniffing ‘round this plot we must make a statement that is 100% accurate and true. Ergo, here it is:

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Heidi’s Foot

I have a rather embarrassing incident to report regarding Heidi.

Heidi and I deliberated & discussed a degenerate list of disgusting, depraved and deviant things I wanted to do with her – far too debauched for you delicate damsels to read of.

After reaching a decision regarding the cost for this terrible experience she was to endure I asked to use her printer. Yes, no ink.

What a supreme idiot. Printers need ink. How do you think the letters, words & pictures get there?

As a consequence of this, frankly, imbecilic administrative error I was unable to print out any of my money.

She then reacts all hoity-toity saying stuff like “Haven’t you got any Euros?” What the fuck is a Euro? Sounds like Monopoly money or something she made up.

The end result was she kicked me out of her house, kicking me up the arse as I left.

She normally charges £150 Sywwow Dollars for an arse kicking so who’s the sucker now? Not I, no not I

It transpires, she used the last of her ink producing this window sign. Use ‘Draft’ love. Draft, I tell you

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Testing Times

Took the Test

Looking particularly pleased with themselves, two tarts are delighted with the results of their test.

Sarah, the blonde Tart, said; “The test was quite easy really and I didn’t fuck it up except for twice but that’s because my tits were itching because of that most excellent Twat Cooling Spray I’m paid to endorse”.

Julz, the other Tart, said; “I was impressed by the impartiality of it all and marvelled at the enormous resources which have gone into it to provide a reliable result in seconds. Furthermore, I’d say the genius behind it should get the Nobel Prize for this work although I suppose he must already have one. Or possibly two”.

Sarah then butted in; “When endorsing the most excellent product, Sywwow’s Twat Cooling Spray, I’m required to mention it is not suitable for twat cooling – a fact we both know from experience”.

Yes”, interjected Julz, completely unnecessarily, “It stopped me Fucking for Fun for seven days. I had to do blow jobs instead and got a jaw ache”.

Terrible”, added Sarah who is supposed to be flogging this stuff not agreeing with its perceived failings.

It was you who squirted it on my Twat”.

I did it for a laugh”.

I didn’t laugh

I did

None of this seems to be about the Test to deduce whether you need spanking or not.

Take the Test: sywwow.com/DoYou

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Bottom Access #3

Aphrodite’s attempt at showing the correct positioning of the female arse for caning (by ME) was completely ruined by virtue of the fact she was using a product from the evil empire of Apple.

Her tiny, but sweet, brain attempted to correct this gaff by using another phone.

Predictably, it was yet more unsuitable as it was a Huawei which, as anyone who knows what’s what in IT (that means no-one) has been aware of for over a decade; all Chinese equipment has back doors which they use to spy on you. Yes, especially cctv equipment – they thought I didn’t know that but I do – we all do, down at Chippenham.

Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, I note my pals are still in that ‘hotel’. I think they’d rather be at home. Hold on, was that an email from Chippenham? I believe it was

Back to Aphrodite and her balls up of a simple task that even Amazone could have accomplished. Probably. She has done yet another photo using yet another phone:

Bloody hell, she’s managed it. I take back all, or some, of what I said
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Bottom Access #2

Aphrodite’s attempt at showing the correct positioning of the female arse for caning (by ME) was completely ruined by virtue of the fact she was using a product from the evil empire of Apple.

In attempt to avoid a caning she has redone the photo using a different phone:

Noooooooooo !
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Eurovision Song Contest 1974

A photograph has come into my possession regarding The Eurovision Song Contest 1974

ABBA won that year with their song Waterloo

This came as a surprise because everyone thought the UK entry The Battle of Leipzig was sure to win. However, Barbara, the lead singer of Ba-Ba, mysteriously failed to appear on stage

This mystery has now been solved, thanks to someone called ME.

Shocking

 

I have launched an appeal with the relevant parties in the hope of re-staging the event

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The Sywwow Dollar

Since introducing my fraudulent currency I’ve become a Billionaire.

This epic scam is making waves all over the financial world as they struggle to come to terms with the fact people can just print out cash for themselves to spend, a privilege once reserved for bankers & governments.

Doing this sort of thing soon attracts the attention of vile evil criminals such as bankers but they don’t scare me because they’re fags – every single one of them. So much so, as they realise their days are numbered, they’re re-training to pollute other fields of employ – they are, after all, merely wage slaves. Their lack of intelligence makes them think changing their name tag will protect them – it won’t.

You can download & print out my free money and waste it on crap like rich people do.

Free Money

Print your own money and spend it

As evidence to support my assertion this is a great success here’s a load of stuff:

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The Library Book

I had clamped Dame Beatrice’s enormous udders in my Black & Decker Workmate and was busy using my adapted vacuum cleaner to suck her nipples.

The vac nozzle was self-attached to her right nipple and was causing her entire right breast distress.

Everything was going well. I’m not mad so I came up with a reason for this painful and humiliating torture: she had to confess something that I knew but she had to tell me.

There was nothing for her to confess, it was a ruse.

I have adapted a battery-operated hammer drill to act as a high-powered dildo (large amounts of WD40 lubrication is essential). As I switched it on and began to insert it into her perfect ass hole she said (loudly); “STOP! I’ll confess”.

Let me tell you, what I heard shocked me to the core.

Miss Aileen S. failed to return a library book and got fined do I decided to punish her but she refused. Dame Beatrice heard of this effrontery so offered to take Aileen’s punishment, which I agreed to. Then Lady Andrea S. finds out about Aileen’s disobedience and, out of guilt & embarrassment over her daughter’s disobedience, offered to take Aileen’s punishment, which I agreed to. I didn’t tell her or Beatrice about having two identical offers. Then, guess what? Aileen, no doubt feeling guilty about her horrid treatment of me agreed to the original punishment. I didn’t tell any of the three sluts what the others had agreed to meaning I got to do all three.

All of that was planned: by the three sluts.

They had constructed this elaborate sham in order to all get what was intended for Aileen only.

I feel used

It’s not fair

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Gold

Being a superstitious sort of genius and guided by the gods of old I place great stock in the value of certain possessions. This is not monetary, it is the links these objects have.

Should one be lost I take this as a sign – even an omen.

One such object which had been with me for a very long time indeed was lost.

I believe I knew where I lost it: somewhere it could never be retrieved.

Yet, emptying a little box of treasures I subsequently returned the contents. When I closed the lid it fell onto the table.

I could have put it there and forgot but it seems to have miraculously reappeared.

This, some say, is how the ancient gods choose to deliver a message

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Hollywood

Orson Welles, John Ford, Steven Spielberg; movie producers & directors.

Once in a generation comes a genius who transforms the cinematic world, all whom follow are merely imitators.

Who could be next in this esteemed line of Maestros? Who will be the person to change the world forever? Whose name will be etched in to the history of human intellect? Whose name will be mentioned alongside Chapin, Lean & Scorsese? Whom will it be with so many awards he can’t get in the downstairs toilet so has to use the other one or one of those upstairs (but not that one at the end where the big spiders live)? Who will say to Francis Ford Coppola; “Frankie, baby” – because he’s revered by all other film legends who want to be friends with him?

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Free Money

Listen up suckers, I’m going to stiff it to the man and bring down his bourgeoise capitalist empire.

I’m going to destroy all banks, financial institutions and governments by wrecking their international currency scam.
I’ve brought out a new currency. Oh yeah, its Crypto as well.

The new Sywwow Dollar is valid everywhere – especially for criminal & seedy transactions.

Those twats at the EU, Wall Street and Birmingham International Airport will go mad when they realise.

Because I’m an anarchist, maverick and slightly deranged I’m going to cause even more chaos by showing you how to forge this currency (Oh yeah, its Crypto as well). Simply download the download, print it out, cut it out, and then go on a spending spree knowing it will cost you nothing.

Free Money

Print your own money and spend it

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Twat Cooling Spray heats up a twat down under

Listen up Tarts, I told you lot not to use my Twat Cooling Spray for Cooling your Twats. Its function is purely for gluing tits together and attaching skirting boards to walls without need of screws.

A user of my Twat Cooling Spray used it to Cool her Twat and, essentially, sealed it shut such is its adhesive excellence which is why it’s now for breast bonding.

The twattish twat whinged on for ages in an email complaining her twat was hotter than ever because it was closed off. She was also dripping on about how it was affecting her ability to work and have ‘fun’.

Sealed: tight as a drum. You couldn’t even get a pencil in there

On the positive side, she informs me the coat hook which keeps falling off the door in the bathroom has now been fixed so permanently “you can swing off it”.

I won’t name this silly slut but take heed of her words; “I won’t used it on my twat anymore. That’s for sure. Instead, I’m going to get guys to use it on my tits when I’m fucking for fun”.

Reassuringly, she has sent some photos showing, after a mere seven days, countless baths and some WD40, her twat is back in full working order and open for business (and fun):

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Service with a Smile

Taking advantage of a two-for-one voucher, a couple of men fuck a whore at the same time

Services available to them included access to all holes and, for an additional fee, a cum inside facility

They were both pleased with their purchase:

The first guy: “The whore was great. I fucked all three holes and came inside, twice: it was a two-for-one voucher. I’d use it again and would recommend it to other guys who want a fuck”.

The other guy: “The whore was great. I fucked all three holes and came inside, twice: it was a two-for-one voucher. I’d use it again and would recommend it to other guys who want a fuck”.

High praise indeed from two jerks who know fuck all about anything but were the best we could get at short notice.

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The Library Book

I always thought I was a genius and now I have proof.

Miss Aileen S. failed to return a library book and got fined do I decided to punish her but she refused. Dame Beatrice heard of this effrontery so offered to take Aileen’s punishment, which I agreed to. Then Lady Andrea S. finds out about Aileen’s disobedience and, out of guilt & embarrassment over her daughter’s naughtiness, offered to take Aileen’s punishment, which I agreed to. I didn’t tell her or Beatrice about having two identical offers. Then, guess what? Aileen, no doubt feeling remorseful about her horrid treatment of me agreed to the original punishment. I didn’t tell any of the three sluts what the others had agreed to meaning I get to do all three. I am a genius with no match.

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Press Release: Lord Sywwow, not a twat

Press Release: Lord Sywwow, not a twat

Certain remarks, articles, statements, magazines, books, videos, press interviews, TV appearances and a website called sywwow.com attribute Lord Sywwow with all manner of derogatory & demeaning statements about Tarts – particularly blonde ones.

Thankfully he can explain all this away with three words: “I was hacked

So, that’s clear: anything ‘bad’ about Sywwow wasn’t him whilst anything ‘good’ (even if untrue) is him.

Notes to editors: That picture of him and Meghan Markle must not be used: all rights to this image have been rescinded


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Tarts Tormenting Tarts

The forthcoming magazine “Tarts Tormenting Tarts” from Sywwow Publishing LLP will, naturally, feature Tarts Tormenting Tarts.

At a meeting held on Zoom where I dressed as a gorilla and no fucker noticed, I suggested using Sarah as a lead model because she’s well fuckable and, being based in Australia, can’t possibly get anywhere near me to dish out the retribution which I so richly deserve but would cry if subjected to.

Everyone in the meeting was against this, preferring to use someone much closer to me, very very close to me, who would be better placed to dish out the retribution which I so richly deserve but would cry if subjected to.

I overruled them because I’m in charge. Plus, I don’t take any notice of anyone because I’m always right.

Ergo, the shoot was organised and Sarah brought with her a Tart friend of hers to torment.

Sarah torments her tart friend. The superb rope work was done by some guy outside working in a hole. Sarah couldn’t do rope work like that: she’s only just learned how to tie her shoe laces (left one only)

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What is wrong with Imagefap?

My robot first brought my attention to something being wrong at Imagefap. In order to avoid problems on this site I simply killed the limited existing content & links (all of which are available facilities from Ifap – not me sucking in content, a single gallery embed for instance)

Ifap suffer from content raiding where robots harvest vast amounts of images automatically. This site detects such attempts and deals with them.

Ifap decided they would deal with this problem and introduced some form of limiter.

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The Library Book

Lady Andrea S has learned of Miss Aileen S and her refusal to let me punish her for returning that library book late.

She, obviously, is distressed to learn of her daughter’s disobedience. That’s how Genghis Kahn started out – not returning library books by the due date.

She has kindly offered to substitute for Aileen and take everything Aileen should have endured.

I didn’t mention the fact Dame Beatrice has made an identical offer because I didn’t think it pertinent.

Dame Beatrice: wants tying up, tit fucking, sperm in her ear, no spanking and being left frustrated. Sucker

 

Lady Andrea S: also wants tying up, tit fucking, sperm in her ear, no spanking and being left frustrated. Double Sucker
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Get in There

If you’re going to do a job: do it right. Lady Andrea S shows us (YOU) how to do it. Pay attention or do I have to do a video?
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Bottom Access

Aphrodite shows you Tarts the correct way to position yourself for the cane

The correct way to position yourself for the cane

Adopting this position makes it so much easier for me and it’s me that counts

I assumed this photo assignment would be straight forward enough to achieve but no. What the fuck is that in her hands? A bloody iPhone.

This use of wanker equipment means only the belt is applicable in this instance and this is not the optimum position for its use – what a loon

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Antipodean Tarts

If I knew all the tarts in Australia (and New Zealand) were this fantastic I would have went there ages ago despite the spiders which are approximately the size of a small horse or pony

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The Library Book

In my article The Library Book I detailed the grossly unfair treatment of me by Miss Aileen S.

I know, horrid. Why do Tarts abuse me so when I’m a lovely and wonderful person with no faults worth mentioning?

Dame Beatrice, who is the best whore on the planet, has – quite rightly – taken pity on poor me and said I can do all the things I wanted to do to Miss Aileen S to her instead.

What a woman. All other women are just twats compared to Dame Beatrice.

Four Cans

In order to bond her tits together for tit fucking purposes I shall take four cans of Twat Cooling Spray which should be enough for the task

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